I have long felt that you are one of the only really satisfactory representatives of humanity. Am thinking of wandering on to the Dalmatian coast in a week or two. Address c/o Thomas Cook, Dubrovnik, from the 22nd onwards. If there’s anything I can do, let me know.
Yours, with admiration and gratitude,
Roddy
Letter from Mr. Seddon of Messrs Seddon, Blatherwick & Seddon to Miss Elinor Carlisle, July 20th:
104 Bloomsbury Square
Dear Miss Carlisle,—I certainly think you should accept Major Somervell’s offer of twelve thousand five hundred (£12,500) for Hunterbury. Large properties are extremely difficult to sell at the moment, and the price offered seems to be most advantageous. The offer depends, however, on immediate possession, and I know Major Somervell has been seeing other properties in the neighbourhood, so I would advise immediate acceptance.
Major Somervell is willing, I understand, to take the place furnished for three months, by which time the legal formalities should be accomplished and the sale can go through.
As regards the lodge keeper, Gerrard, and the question of pensioning him off, I hear from Dr. Lord that the old man is seriously ill and not expected to live.
Probate has not yet been granted, but I have advanced one hundred pounds to Miss Mary Gerrard pending the settlement.
Yours sincerely,
Edmund Seddon
Letter from Dr. Lord to Miss Elinor Carlisle, July 24th:
Dear Miss Carlisle,—Old Gerrard passed away today. Is there anything I can do for you in any way? I hear you have sold the house to our new MP, Major Somervell.
Yours sincerely,
Peter Lord
Letter from Elinor Carlisle to Mary Gerrard, July 25th:
Dear Mary,—I am so sorry to hear of your father’s death.
I have had an offer for Hunterbury—from a Major Somervell. He is anxious to get in as soon as possible. I am going down there to go through my aunt’s papers and clear up generally. Would it be possible for you to get your father’s things moved out of the Lodge as quickly as possible? I hope you are doing well and not finding your massage training too strenuous.
Yours very sincerely,
Elinor Carlisle
Letter from Mary Gerrard to Nurse Hopkins, July 25th:
Dear Nurse Hopkins,—Thank you so much for writing to me about Father. I’m glad he didn’t suffer. Miss Elinor writes me that the house is sold and that she would like the Lodge cleared out as soon as possible. Could you put me up if I came down tomorrow for the funeral? Don’t bother to answer if that’s all right.
Yours affectionately,
Mary Gerrard
Seven
Elinor Carlisle came out of the King’s Arms on the morning of Thursday, July 27th, and stood for a minute or two looking up and down the main street of Maidensford.
Suddenly, with an exclamation of pleasure, she crossed the road.
There was no mistaking that large dignified presence, that serene gait as of a galleon in full sail.
“Mrs. Bishop!”
“Why, Miss Elinor! This is a surp